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Menders (Dew Drop #14) [32]

Menders

Their DNA betrays them.
Born with a giggle, a smile, warm eyes
they thrive.

Since life became
more than rocks, bark or brains,
they connected us

beings into communities
that vibrated with music
shared from hymns within.

But what was wrought
soon lay like writhing snakes
rent into us-es and thems:

the "isms" of color, of gender,
of height, wealth, of knowledge,
spasming our peace.

They still smile as they sew with threads,
giggle while they weave and mend,
warm eyes shining with kindness.

Since the Dawn of Time
they've rebuilt bridges
to span the "isms"
that chasm between us.

© Kåre Enga [174.32] (14.abril.2017)